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Next came a solo man in a bow tie who introduced himself as “Todd, the investor.” He walked through the house with a laser measure, muttering about “square footage per flip ratio.” He paused in the living room, where the late afternoon sun fell across the hardwood floor in long, honey-colored stripes.

“Another one,” she muttered to her cat, Gizmo, who was busy judging the world from the window. dillion harper open house

“The foundation feels… settle-y,” Paul announced. Next came a solo man in a bow

“Wall here is load-bearing?” he asked, tapping the fireplace mantel. “Wall here is load-bearing

“The hush.” Mrs. Vancamp opened her eyes. “This house isn’t empty. It’s waiting.”

“That’s not a wall,” Dillion said. “That’s the heart of the house. You take it out, the whole place forgets how to laugh.”